I think.
I write.
I think I write.
I write, I think.
I think I write to think.
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I think.
I write.
I think I write.
I write, I think.
I think I write to think.
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Conformity bleeds souls
Souls bleed the heart
The heart bleeds blood
Blood bleeds life
Life bleeds insanity
Insanity bleeds ink
Ink bleeds poetry
Poetry bleeds puddles
Puddles don’t conform
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To have audience
For this is thus that we must
Venture and truck on
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Debates with oneself are too one-sided.
They’re always lost, can’t ever be won
and never untied.
If one’s to win what cannot be won than
one should not bait oneself.
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Intrepid petunia, November gray
A ray of life on an autumn day
Stands lonely in planter on a porch
The seasons of gold’s solemn torch
On canvas of gray grows shadow of white
Sunbeams focus ‘til called by night
Her lasting beauty the sun is drawn
Through lonely nights to kiss at dawn
Yet soon to be tucked in bed of snow
A winter slumber awaiting springs glow
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There was a blue poet from town.
His nose so red he thought a clown.
He juggled bottles to think,
Drowned in his ink.
His big shoes weighed him down.
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Poetry is words that paint pictures.
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Love and life are poets’ canvases.
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Our forever’s end when never begins.
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Two loving hearts will beat forever.
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Heart beats are music for souls.
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Art is poetry of music’s brush.
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Bad Cells
Sat on a button
Put the devil on speaker
The world heard my sins
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Forward
A place never left
Is a place you’ve never been
No past, no future
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Flip
Life is bipolar
Freezing on top and bottom
Hot in the middle
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Poet: Rises to all occasions then writes them down
Poetic begging: Being down on all meta-fours
Poetic license: No rules or tests, mirror-less, wheel-less and driving blind
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There was a young lad spoke limerick
His accent loud and bloody thick
He wrote with illiterate hand
Banged on drums in a band
Left his neighbors holding the stick
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The nature of nature is for life to live.
The nature of life is for nature to give.
The nature of man seems to take natures life.
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Natures life taken ends in deadly strife.
Take only from nature what’s needed to live.
Than nature’s life will continue to give.
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Art – Getting ideas and generating questions
Design – Getting questions and generating ideas
Artists – People who work to think
Designers – People who think to work
Writers – Thinking people who question work
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Every Sunday me and my Pop
Take a walk to the old sundries shop
Winter’s in boots and summer flip-flops
Anytime to the Cherry on Top
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It’s not just a store, it’s so much more
A magic box filled with sundries galore
It’s everyone’s first and their last stop
All the time at the Cherry on Top
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Welcoming doors always polished bright
Welcoming all to their sundries delight
Every week is a brand new crop
Any time at the Cherry on Top
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A place with things too many to list
Lipsticks for lips that want to be kissed
There are bouncing balls and bats that bop
All the time at the Cherry on Top
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Combs and brushes for hair and teeth
Halloween treats and Holiday wreaths
Baskets for bunnies with ears that flop
Any time at the Cherry on Top
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Row after row of this’s and that’s
There are racks for jackets, hooks for hats
Handles for brooms and buckets for mops
All the time at the Cherry on Top
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There’s cases packed with trinkets so bright
Batteries stacked for flashlights at night
They’ve got cards to send and cards to swap
Any time at the Cherry on Top
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Way at the back, there’s medicines there
Carefully mixed by people who care
They carefully measure, count and chop
All the time at the Cherry on Top
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Then the place – my favorite of all
It’s the lunch-counter, where I sit tall
Serving pie with whipped cream and gumdrops
Any time at the Cherry on Top
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They’ve cakes, cookies, turkey and roasts
My dad always gets; juice, eggs and toast
Sunday’s best at the old sundries Shoppe
I get my sundae, cherry on top
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The End
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Games of chance, won half at best
Players of games are gamed conquest
Cut a deuce and you should quit
Cut a Jack then maybe sit
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Cut an Ace and be done
Cut two aces, better run
Games of chance are no game
Players who lose bear the blame
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Back-story: Personal baggage packaged for presentation
Draft: Writers ecstasy of open windows
Rewrite: Washing windows for the outside
Edit: Scrubbing windows from the inside
Final: Chore of lugging a fan
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Creativity: Unifying mental and physical chaos
Worldview: Canvas painted with our souls
Irony: Burning holes in permanent press
Pessimism: Painting watercolors in the rain
Poetry: Naked emotion wrapped in lace
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The sun’s beau
The winds foe
Decks glow
All to show
Raisins to sow
Tides to know
Men to grow
Neat hair bow
Tall tales flow
Never eats crow
No one’s schmoe
Mighty as a whales blow
A Skipper’s Joe
Gifts to bestow
Above and below
Much to owe
Life’s to stow
Lines to toe
Oceans to row
Be ready to go
Never say no
When a Bosun says so
Follow the ole Sea Pro
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Thinking: Intentional free association calculating conclusions
Wisdom: Acknowledging one’s lack of wisdom
Thinker: Wool gatherers in pastoral pens
Know-it-all: Disassociated penned sheep miscalculating thought
Memory: Personally perceived perspectives post perception
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Pencil: Mind meets tree, forever ensues
Obedience: Mindlessness to appease the heartless
Tree: Humans biggest, most needed friend
Social Media: Immediate sociability for the anti-social
Pride: The grandiose gratification of self-gratification
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Love: Something more important than oneself
Youth: Homes begun to live forever
Learning: Foundations built to forever expand
Midlife: The well murky, not dry
Old Age: When underwear’s older than memory
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Argument: Voices dissipating together, never gone
Me: The person I am alone
Reflection: Image we choose to see
Microscope: Unfocused self-examination that looms large
Optimism: Temporary jubilation when pessimism recedes
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